The TRANSLATION of the CXXXVIIth WHEN as we sat all sad and desolate, Eas'd from the tasks which in our captive state Our harps we had brought with us to the field, But soon we found we fail'd of our account, As for our harps, since sorrow struck them dumb, Asking of us some Hebrew songs to hear: Alas, said we, who can once force or frame Jerusalem, where God his throne hath set, Shall any hour absent thee from my mind? Then let my right-hand quite her skill forget, Then let my voice and words no passage find; Nay, if I do not thee prefer in all, That in the compass of my thoughts can fall. Remember thou, O Lord, the cruel cry Of Edom's children, which did ring and sound, Inciting the Chaldean's cruelty, "Down with it, down with it, even unto the ground." And thou, O Babylon, shalt have thy turn Yea, happy he, that takes thy children's bones, The TRANSLATION of the CXLIXth PSALM. O SING a new song to our God above, Avoid prophane ones, 'tis for holy quire: Let Israel sing songs of holy love To him that made them, with their hearts on fire Let not your voice alone his praise forth tell, But on your secret beds your spirits raise. THE END OF THE SECOND VOLUME. |